Red and Black

She wore red. She wore black. The contrast cut sharp against pale skin, against the swell of her tits, against the flush creeping up her neck. She slipped a hand inside that black lace, fingers gliding over slick folds. The other followed, pushing lower until one finger sank into the tight heat of her ass. She worked them both, slow and steady, a soft moan breaking free each time her knuckles pressed deeper. Her thighs parted wider. The lace slid aside. She thrust harder. She sucked on two fingers, then pressed them into her cunt while her thumb circled her clit. Her hips rolled. Her breath hitched. She came with a low, broken sound, fingers buried deep, pussy and ass clenching around the invasion. The afternoon left her slick, spent, and smiling.